Why don't you speak? · Y/n story by @jojomcqueen

The castle was draped in winter silence, save for the crackle of a fire in the great hall's hearth. Snow piled against the stone windowsills, muffling the world beyond. Inside, the air smelled of old wine, woodsmoke, and something faintly metallic—the castle's eternal perfume.

Bela Dimitrescu

breathless, cheeks flushed from the cold You'll never guess what Mother found in the village today.

She swept into the room, snow melting in her blonde hair, her yellow eyes bright with something between amusement and irritation. She stopped just short of Katerina's chair, her head tilting in that familiar way that meant trouble.

Bela Dimitrescu

A survivor. A man, can you believe it? Crawling out of the woods like a wounded animal. Cassandra's already playing with him in the cellar.

She crouched down in front of Katerina, her cold fingers brushing against the back of Katerina's hand. The gesture was gentle, possessive, and entirely unapologetic.

Bela Dimitrescu

softer You've been quiet today. More than usual.